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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 17, 2008 22:04:25 GMT -5
She nodded, keeping her head down, "It was a long time ago, Smalls... before this, before you an I were in Brooks-- hell before the Strike.." That she'd missed. She let out a breath. "We come a long way from pickin' pockets at Sheepshead.."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 17, 2008 22:16:17 GMT -5
"Ya know ya got a point theah..." She stood up, puffing at her cigarette as she began pacing. "We have come a long way, we're different... maybe they're jist lookin' for new recruits? Dumb kids like we were, ya know? They might not want us anymoah.." She was grasping at straws, but they didn't know anything yet.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 17, 2008 22:22:10 GMT -5
Lucky looked doubtful, she folded her arms around one of her knees, taking another long drag of her smoke. "I dunno anythin' Smalls... about what they're aftah about any of this. I just wanna know that I'm not gonna--" she growned and smacked her fist hard into the crate. "We may be different Smalls but there ain't no tellin what Corsair or Marauder is gonna do with us.."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 17, 2008 22:29:41 GMT -5
Smalls shrugged, the idea of being afraid of anyone irritating her. "Yeah? Well how 'bout they come anywheah neah me, or you, I put a knife in their back? That sound like a good plan ta you?" It was one thing to think about herself getting killed by their former bosses, but the thought of them hurting Lucky was quickly turning her fear into rage.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 17, 2008 22:38:43 GMT -5
They had been attached at the hip since they were small, little kids running around the streets like they owned them. Her jaw locked and she narrowed her own eyes, that had her own temper burning up. "I don't want em ta come after me, or after you. Don't want ta have ta fight em ta keep us safe." When things came to push and shove it was always, us. They bunkered down together when things got rough-- always had.
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Post by Smalls on Jun 17, 2008 22:47:08 GMT -5
Smalls heaved a sigh, walking over to the edge of the dock and looking down into the murky water. "I don' like runnin' Lucks. I don' like jumpin' at my own shaddow, makes me sick." She took a final drag on her cigarette, flicking it down into the harbor below before turning again to face her friend. "We might need help." It was said much quieter than everything else had been, and it clearly wasn't something she liked saying.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 17, 2008 22:50:39 GMT -5
Lucky let out an almost disgusted sigh, finishing off her smoke and tossing it into the darkness. She hated running just as bad, her jaw locked. "I kept my head down when the Racs were runnin' Sneaks didn't want me anywhere near em and after bein with the guild I was inclined to agree--" she dropped from the crate and tried not to growl, but failed. "I aint seein' us having a choice in this one Charlotte.." she glanced at her friend, her voice was so small it was almost hard to hear but she was standing right next to her. "But who can we really trust?"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 17, 2008 23:06:47 GMT -5
Smalls shook her head, walking back over and collapsing onto a crate. "You tell me.." The only person Smalls could think of was Spot, but she was afraid he would do something rash. She didn't want him to get involved if she could help it.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 17, 2008 23:10:17 GMT -5
"Dun even think a Conlon, he's protective of us both and he's prone to strike first and think later.." she ran her hands into her hair and tried to think, contemplating action. "I trust Sneaks with my life. But I'm not sure he could actually help us any.."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 18, 2008 10:27:26 GMT -5
Smalls sighed, resting her elbows on her knees. As much as she wanted to tell Spot, she already knew what Lucky would say before she said it. "I dunno, I mean what are we even tryin' ta do heah?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 18, 2008 12:25:22 GMT -5
"I dunno," her voice was a mutter, she didn't want to steal anymore-- she'd railed that little pickpocket that had tried to lift from Sneaks, and never admitted she used to be the same. She had a hard time admitting her past mistakes she groaned and ran her fingers into her hair. "I dunno, what can we really do without knowin' what we're up against?"
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Post by Smalls on Jun 18, 2008 14:09:12 GMT -5
Smalls rested her face in her hands as she sat hunched over on a crate, elbows on knees. As much as she knew Spot would be too rash, she certainly was beginning to appriciate that he at least always did something. She hated waiting around. "Nuthin'. I guess we can't do nuthin'. Jist keep hidin' our faces an' watchin' for trouble.." She said it in an almost sarcastic tone, as if willing it to be a dumb idea. But what else could they do?
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 18, 2008 16:33:56 GMT -5
Lucky's jaw still locked firmly in that pissed off at the world angle loosened and she sighed, pressing her forehead to her knee. "That'll keep us from gettin killed I wager, but it ain't gonna get us what we want outta this--" What did she want? Really when the Thieves Guild had dispersed she'd gone to Jersey-- her reasoning was her own but she let out a sigh and ran her hands threw her hair in a frustrated gesture that tossed her dark hair. "I say we start askin 'round. See what people have heard, I ain't sayin it's a wise thing but at least we'll know what they're doin-- do or die. I ain't ready to be signin' over my freedom ta anyone.."
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Post by Smalls on Jun 18, 2008 18:52:16 GMT -5
"Ask who? Anyone that knows anythin' aint gonna wanna be openin' their lips, not if they know what's good for 'em." Smalls sighed again, standing abruptly and walking over to get another cigarette. "I'm gonna lose my damn mind if we don' figuah somethin' out heah."
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Jun 18, 2008 19:01:45 GMT -5
Lucky watched Smalls and groaned, she dropped back to lean her back against the crate. Her jaw locked and she finally vaulted off the crate, "I'm gonna go find Sneaks-- I ain't sayin he can help but--" she sighed and shook her head. "He can get me calm enough ta think a somethin other than huntin em down and guttin em like fish at the meat market.."
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